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to give up your dream home after all you’ve been through because…you’d never get any rest?”

    I nodded. “Sad but true,” I sighed. “But hey, we get what we get, right? Gotta play the hand you’re dealt and all that jazz.”

    Alex shook his head which baffled me. “That’s sad.” Of all the folks in my life, I’d think he’d know since it had all been going on before he even came down here to help me. Fell to earth? Plummeted?
    Dived? Whatever.

    “Aren’t you here to help me deal with my loss?” I asked him, thoroughly confused.

    I noticed our patient ghost was looking a bit impatient now.

    Alex shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way. I don’t know why I’m here or how I can help or even if I can.” He stretched across the counter and pressed his lips to mine.

    All of me warmed at the kiss. All of me seemed to crawl with need and I wanted him so bad right then I wished I could blink my eyes and banish my ghostly visitor.

    “Why would you be here if you can’t help?” I breathed, pushing my fingers into his soft dark hair. His eyelids drifted shut at the pleasure of my touch and his gas-flame blue eyes were shrouded from me for an instant.

    “Sometimes we come to observe or just watch over you. To guard, protect, guide or just watch.”
    He outlined my lips where he’d just kissed me with his fingertip. I shivered and I swear to you, I heard that ghost sigh, mightily.

    “Ohhhh, I see,” I said. “No, I lied, I don’t really see. But we do have to help this man before he finds a way to beat me from beyond the grave. His patience has met its limit and I feel like…there’s an urgency now.”

    Alex smiled. “I guess you’re right.” He very subtly pressed his thumb to my nipple through my cardigan and I made a sound in my throat that was half growl.

    “Don’t get me into trouble.”

    “I think it’s you who is getting me into trouble,” he said.

    “Hey, horny is part of this deal mister!” Again I heard the ghost make a disgruntled noise in my head and I wrangled my libido and my attention. “Fine, fine! Tell me, Mr.

    Ghost.”

    Walter.

    “Tell me, Walter, how can I help you?”

    So Walter told me. And thankfully, for the most part, Alex got the gist of it. I simply summed up.
    “There is a hospice in the center of town where the souls cannot cross over.

    We need to help.”

    It seemed the Cherry Grove Hospice had an angel of death—a worker who was

    “helping” residents cross over. Not the ones who truly wished for end-of-life assistance, but those who did not. Those still relatively in this earthly plane and happy to be here.

    The fear and the anger and the disservice was holding the souls at the facility. Hospices are like airports for the dead. There’s a departure every few minutes some nights.

    Something as stressful and disheartening as an angel of death—or more succinctly, a murderer—could clog up the works hugely.

    “Let’s go. Or we’ll never ever get to…” Walter had turned his back and I reached out and touched my fingers to Alex’s fly. He was hard under my touch, feeding off my constant sexual energy. I bet if I asked him if he was hungry, he’d say yes. Because I was hungry again, already. And if I pulled out a bottle of wine, you’d have two drunken, hungry, horny ghost facilitators on your hands.

    Instead of throwing him down and banging him senseless or eating or drinking, I tugged his hand and we followed Walter.

Chapter Four

    My wife is in there , Walter informed me and I sighed. Poor Walter. Poor Walter’s wife. Poor hospice people being sent on their departing flights before they were ready.

    We climbed in my beat-to-shit Chevy and headed up the hill to the high center of town.

    The building was like something out of a movie. Large, dark, rather creepy and as intimidating as hell “Can you see that?” I asked Alex.

    Alex nodded. “Yeah, right out of the mind of one of your human horror writers.”

    I